Ruined Gown, Billionaire Husband I’m Done Playing Nice
Language: en
For an eight-year bet to secure my place at the altar, I spent eight years working as Julian Kingsley's free designer. This eighth year, the silver-white mermaid gown I had poured my heart and soul into was supposed to be my battle armor. But Julian handed it over to his fragile, cold-fearing childhood sweetheart without a second thought. He even had the nerve to guilt-trip me: "Vivian, you’ve always been the bigger person. It’s just a dress. Don't pick a fight with Chloe." The bigger person. What a joke. I smiled, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and poured it over the million-dollar gown in…